mijobooks Chapter 407 Everyone Displays Their Unique Abilities, Even the Source God Weeps
Chapter 407 Everyone Displays Their Unique Abilities, Even the Source God Weeps
The cathedral was packed with people.
Inside the cathedral, there were screams and howls.
A thousand players crowded in front of the statue, beating their chests and stamping their feet, tears streaming down their faces.
"God of Source! I have been single for thirty years, solely to preserve my purity and serve you!"
"Just look at me! Just one look! I'll steal the entire guild warehouse and give it to you!"
Several priest players even started performing a ritual on the spot, chanting mysterious spells they had learned from who-knows-where.
This scene would move not only the gods, but even the demons in hell would shed tears.
A dim white light flashed across the right pan of the bronze balance, and the pointer deflected slightly by half an inch.
Vary Goode's eyelids twitched wildly.
He stared intently at the half-inch deviation, his hands clenching the golden holy emblem on his chest.
it works.
But only a little bit.
These mortals have extremely complex emotions, with greed, excitement, and a desire to join in the fun making up 99% of their emotions. The number of people who truly meet the criteria for "faith" is pitifully small.
"Stop." Varygood said, his face darkening.
No one cares about him.
The players are busy competing with each other in acting skills, trying to attract the attention of the big spenders.
Chen You sat on the bench, legs crossed.
He looked at the scale markings and pursed his lips.
"Just crying won't do," Chen You muttered to himself. "All talk and no action won't get the system's approval."
At the very front of the crowd, a berserker named "Mad Blade Slaying the World" heard these words.
He suddenly turned his head, looking past the countless throngs of people, and looked at Chen You in the corner.
The two locked eyes.
A fierce determination erupted in the eyes of the Mad Blade Slashing the World.
Chen You was stunned for a moment.
He recognized that look; it was the same look the interns at the company gave him when they were about to take the blame for him.
Chen You nodded subconsciously to show his encouragement.
I understand now, Mad Blade Slays the World.
The wandering god was watching him, and he thought they weren't working hard enough.
For ten gold coins, for the approval of the wandering god!
Mad Blade Slays the World stood up.
He ripped off his iron chainmail, then his bracers, boots, helmet, and even his coarse cloth trousers.
In the blink of an eye, a muscular man who was 1.9 meters tall was left with only a pair of pink underwear with a cat pattern on it.
The cathedral fell silent for a second.
Varygood stared wide-eyed at Mad Blade Slashing the World: "You...you heretic! How dare you stand naked before the idol!"
Mad Blade Slays the World Without Giving a Second Look at the City Lord.
He turned to the players behind him and yelled, "Brothers! Dying reduces equipment durability! Repairing equipment costs money! Take it off and die again! Offer your pure souls to the Source God!"
Before he finished speaking, he exerted force with both legs, and his calf muscles bulged high.
"Source God! I'll give you my life!"
Mad Blade Slashes Across the World, leaving only a blur as it crashes headfirst into the edge of the tray on the right side of the bronze balance scale.
"Thump!"
A muffled thud.
The berserker's head slammed against the edge of the bronze wall, instantly emptying his health bar.
His body transformed into specks of white light and floated directly towards the respawn point.
The entire room fell silent.
Immediately afterwards, the bronze balance scales burst forth with a dazzling golden light.
The right tray suddenly sank a large distance, and the pointer swerved wildly.
The system has determined that the condition has been met.
Even if the motive for sacrificing one's life is impure, the resulting momentary emotional fluctuations still reach the minimum threshold of "dedication".
Vary Goode gasped and took two steps back.
"This...this is impossible..." he muttered to himself.
Chen You's eyes lit up.
He straightened up and snapped his fingers.
"Great! This guy's got the makings!"
Chen You brought up the system panel and directly increased the bounty coins to 20000.
"Rewards doubled!"
Ding!
A crisp system notification sound rang out in the church, and all the players' breathing became heavy.
Get 20 gold coins for each death!
This deal is a steal!
"Holy crap! This is amazing!"
"Get out of the way! I'll die first! I'll die first!"
"Don't fight over it! I'm a mage, I have low health, I can charge in fast!"
The cathedral was in complete chaos.
A thousand players were enraged.
They frantically pulled at their equipment, creating a cacophony of clanging metal.
In less than ten seconds, the cathedral was filled with players wearing only their underwear.
Colorful and vibrant.
The world before Vary Goode's eyes collapsed.
An assassin player slid past Varygood, pulled out a beginner's dagger, and slashed at his own neck.
"Source God! Accept my passionate blood!"
Blood splattered on the scales, and the assassin vanished in a flash of white light.
The scales sank again.
"I'll do it!" A fire mage put his staff in his mouth and silently chanted the incantation to create a fireball.
"Boom!" Flames shot into the sky, and the mage blasted himself into white light.
The scales continued to sink.
"Source God! I scatter your ashes to you!"
"God of Source! I wish you boundless happiness and longevity!"
Players formed long queues.
They shouted nonsensical slogans and committed suicide in front of the scales in all sorts of bizarre ways.
Those who died from collisions, those who bit their tongues, and those who used skills to kill each other.
The cathedral had become a large-scale assembly line slaughterhouse, with white lights flashing more glaringly than the strobe lights of a nightclub.
The right pan of the bronze balance became increasingly heavy, and the pointer soared, almost touching the full value mark at the bottom.
Vary Goode knelt on the ground.
He covered his face with his hands, trembling all over.
"They've gone mad...they've all gone mad..."
His proud faith, the doctrines he upheld his entire life, were trampled and rubbed underfoot by these strangers who wouldn't even wear an extra pair of underwear.
Chen You sat on the bench, watching the expense notifications constantly flashing on the panel, feeling pleased.
"A problem that can be solved with money isn't a problem at all," Chen You said, standing up.
He walked up to Wai Ruigude and looked down at the lord of Qi Rui City.
"Lord City Lord, the scales are almost tipped to the bottom."
"Is this amount of piety enough?"
Vary Goode raised his head.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his once meticulously combed blond hair was now a mess.
"You...you demon..." Varygood gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse, "You have defiled the gods with money! The Source God will bring divine punishment!"
"Divine punishment?" Chen You sneered.
He pointed ahead.
"Look closely, your God is very pleased with this gift."
Wylie Goode looked in the direction Chen You was pointing.
The right pan of the bronze balance has completely touched the bottom.
The pointer was stuck at the maximum mark, even making a creaking sound as it struggled to keep up with the pressure.
The ten-meter-tall statue of the Source God is undergoing a strange transformation.
Two streams of golden liquid flowed from the statue's eye sockets.
It was the product of pure faith power liquefying.
The system's established divine mechanism was completely overwhelmed by this massive, chaotic, yet real "false faith," which shattered its underlying logic.
"Click—"
A crisp cracking sound rang out in the hall.
A crack appeared on the load-bearing axis of the bronze balance.
Wylie Goode was dumbfounded.
The gods wept, and the scales cracked.
He had worshipped the Source God his entire life, and he actually accepted this absurd sacrifice.
"Faith, to put it bluntly, is just emotional value." Chen You took out the contract silk, shook it, and handed it to Varygood.
"I spend money, they risk their lives, that's called an equal exchange."
"Now, it's your turn to fulfill your duties."
Vary Goode looked at the ancient cloth, then glanced at the line of players still queuing to commit suicide.
An archer with the ID "Arrow of Burial Love" was sticking arrows into his nostrils, shouting, "Source God! I'll clear your seven orifices for you!"
Vary Goode closed his eyes.
He completely admitted defeat.
He reached out with trembling hands, tore off the golden holy emblem from his chest, and pressed it against the blank space on the covenant silk.